Nicola Taylor I came home from work after a short walk, pleasantly surprised to see Cole and Arabella waiting for me. Why was Arabella here on a weekday? My mind quickly flipped through the possibilities—was she sick, or had something happened? Before I could ask, Cole wrapped his arm around my
Nicola TaylorI couldn’t help myself. I typed it into the search bar: Signs of memory coming back after memory loss. The results flooded the screen. My heart pounded in my chest as I skimmed through the articles, looking for answers. But just as I started reading, I heard footsteps coming toward th
Nicola TaylorAfter the long, winding four-hour drive, I finally pulled up to our house, the sight of it instantly washing away a layer of my exhaustion. It was quiet, settled into the calm darkness of midnight. I gathered my bags, stepping out of the car and stretching, glancing at the familiar por
Nicola TaylorAs soon as Cole left to pick up lunch from our favorite restaurant, I bolted into his home office. I’d been waiting for this moment all morning. Heart pounding, I quickly closed the door behind me, the silence of the room amplifying my sense of urgency. Cole’s desk was neat, as always,
Nicola TaylorThe sprawling dining room of the Harrington manor brimmed with the buzz of family chatter, each person caught up in their own conversations. The table, adorned with brunch classics—eggs benedict, pastries, and fruit platters—was a symphony of clinking cutlery and mismatched voices. Col
Cole HarringtonNicola breezed into the bedroom, her loose hair catching in the soft light as she shut the door behind her. She wore a fitted white tank, so snug it left nothing to the imagination, and the shortest pair of shorts I’d ever seen her in. She flopped onto the bed with casual grace, scro
Nicola TaylorCole and I were just a breath away from kissing when the doorbell rang, and we both groaned in frustration."We could just ignore it," he murmured, his hands sliding around my waist as he tried to pull me back in.I laughed, gently pushing him back. "Tempting, but I think it's Mrs. Kin
Nicola TaylorI was still simmering over Sierra, but I had to admit she’d respected my wishes and backed off for now. It felt like a minor victory, but something about her sudden departure from the scene didn’t sit well with me. I knew her type—always with a foot wedged in the door, waiting for just